Beatrice Boyle - The Art Of Aging lyrics

Let me be interesting growing old Let my mind be eager to learn new things Let me be open to a blossoming world And the progress that it brings Let not my heart be cold When the bird of youth has flown Let me not turn away a friend Lest their troubles become my own Let me reach out to the children Remembering how to play And REALLY listen to Whatever they have to say Let me not be obsessed With every ache and pain And become too boring To the friends that may remain Let me be remembered When the sun has gone to rest For the happy times we shared For those times were the best I tried to help my fellowman Trying always to be kind But I hope I will be remembered For the smiles I left behind